Текст песни Объятиясознания - недопустимый идеал

And what to do when you want to cry but cannot cry?
It's like a subconscious block in your head ...
This is winter...
And I am a boy who is conceited in himself.
One who has lost understanding among the environment.
The one who writes about oblivion ...
About the fact that there is no unknown in the world.
Lost.
The doors of the house meet me again.
Just shabby.
An outcast of this planet surrounded by malice
Sadness is sprinkled with nasty ash ...
I'm not mean ... Slightly serious.
And you do not pay attention to the dots in the messages.
It's a force of habit.
The lock for something good cannot be broken with a master key ...
After crossing the gap in white clothes, I will end the path on the platform.
I have no desire to live without a strong drink.
Existence under the guise of a "white crow".
Stops and stations fly past your eyes.
The last leaves are falling from the frozen trees.
Stop. This is the last floor.
Roof. Snow on the eyelashes.
Cold fingers ...
No, I do not want to die in the massifs of the capital.
I don't want to just see these monotonous faces ...
I will fall on my face. Maybe a little lower.
And although not ...
I will change my mind and give a restrained indifferent answer to her "Love",
As if strangling himself with a stranglehold.
Yes, loyalty throughout life is an unacceptable ideal.
From the Earth to the Moon and back ... I would fly with you along this route,
But I missed the time line
Where you had to hide yourself from the cold under the cover of thorny blankets.
I don't understand: Why and what I am writing for ...
I just want to pour out what I feel ...
But at the same time, without feeling anything ...
No pain, no disappointment, not that often mentioned suffering ...
It's just that emotions are boiling in the subconscious
And I, writing them in a notebook,
I think only about that nonexistent sincere understanding.